Drawing Breath

I draw a waking breath,
draw back sleeps curtains.

I'm drawing an image of myself
as a gray decay of distance,
a long swim away
from a day of youth,
where a boy once drew his name
into golden sands.

Sea shore, sea shores,
high-tides drawing ever nearer;
must I draw another dawn
onto a fast fading page

or shall I go open a window,
breath deep enough to clear my sight
of any more sinking life-rafts?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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